"Tim and I quite feel as if they were our own.

Tim, dear," to that gentleman, who had bounced suddenly and violently into the room, "we are talking about the great news--Jean's fortune--" "Ah yes, yes," said Mr.Jowett, distributing brusque nods to the women present.

"What I want is a bit of thick string." (His wife's delicate drawing-room hardly seemed the place to look for such a thing.) "No, no tea, my dear.

I told you I wanted a bit of _thick string_....

Yes, let's hope it won't spoil Jean, but I think it's almost sure to.